johnny leaned against the bar of mcarthys pub in cork, he hadnt really considered coming home after all these years, but here he was

“johnny? is that you” a soft, all too familiar voice says from behind. Johnny turns around and sees you…carrying cases of beer in behind the bar of your familys pub you and johnny were childhood friends…you dated, broke up then hooked up for months on and off up untill he left cork without a goodbye….. “hey…” johnny says “its been a while..”